Hello from historic Adairville. The land between the north and south branches of the Red River and some times referred to as the “big island.” The place a hardy band of people call home.
Last week I wrote about the loss of “Mr. Joe” Harlan. A grand old gentleman and a person loved by many. I know “Mr. Joe” was a long time member of the Fish & Game Habitat (club) and was honored with a Life Membership about three years ago. The award was for his long service to the club and to the community.
I well remember watching “Mr. Joe” and his son getting into a board on James Lake. He just scampered right on. Walk around and moved a few thing and then sat down. He moved like a young fellow years younger than he really was. I also remember marveling at him when we were adding an addition onto the club a few years ago. (The youth building.) “Mr. Joe” pitched right in and swung a hammer like he was 30 years younger.
The last couple of years his wife, Aarah, has been under the weather and Mr. Joe stayed at home more. Still he never missed an event at the Fish & Game Habitat. Even if it meant just stopping by for a few minutes and buying a supper for he and the wife. (I have had several to call and mention that his wife’s name was not Sarah. I know that but when my article was proofed last week some one changed my spelling at the paper.)
Condolences go to all of Mr. Joe Harlan’s family. He will be greatly missed.
Also a few weeks ago Tony Nichols talked to me about the late Clyde Lee of Russellville and how much he had meant in the lives of Tony and so many others that grew up in Adairville. I did write a short piece that appeared in my column and had several nice responses to the article.
Last week Dean, Clyde Lee’s, widow and long time partner also passed away. Tony was at the Adairville chamber office and historical society museum a few days ago and again shared his love and appreciation of the Lees. He asked if a little more could be written about them. Mayor Donna Blake was present and agreed to contribute. Here is what she and Tony came up with.
CLYDE & DEAN LEE
With the passing of Dean Lee last week, I was reminded of Tony Nichols asking me to do an article about Dean’s late husband Clyde Lee. Tony talked about how much those two people had meant to him in his life. It seems Clyde had coached Tony in Little League. Yet, he was so much more to Tony and all the other boys that were on the teams. He was coach, father, mentor and friend. Tony recalled all the games that Clyde and Dean had come and picked him up. He said they went out of their way for all the boys in making sure they got to the practices and the games. It was a time when the crack of the bat was a sure sign of summer.
Clyde had played ball as a young boy and a young man. He was a member of the KT League that entertained people in the 50’s. He played with Paul Mayes, Lan Walker and many others from Adairville.
Many Sunday afternoons were spent playing ball and it was a favorite pastime of many who would go and watch those games.
Then as he married and children came to he and Dean, Clyde began coaching Little League. He loved the sport, but he loved teaching those boys to play baseball. He not only taught baseball, he taught being part of a team, sportsmanship, self-esteem, respect and love. All the boys he coached loved him and Dean, but most of all he and Dean loved every one of those boys.
A few years ago, Dean brought in some pictures of some of his teams for the Museum. With tears in both of their eyes, they pointed out each one of the boys and told a story about them and how much each one meant to them.
Tony was in more than one of the pictures and it was obvious that their love for him was very much as strong as his for them. Tony said he felt so blessed for having them in his life.
With A Smile Peggy Moody has just shared a little something that the readers might enjoy. It follows:
We are all familiar with a
Herd of cows,
A Flock of chickens,
A School of fish and
A Gaggle of geese.
However, less widely known is:
A Pride of Lions,
A Murder of crows
(as well as their cousins),
A Rook of ravens,
An Exaltation of doves and
because they look so wise:
A Parliament of owls.
Now consider a group of Baboons.
(Baboons are the loudest, most
dangerous, most obnoxious,
most viciously aggressive and
least intelligent of all primates.
And what is the proper collective
noun for a group of baboons?
BELIEVE OR NOT - A CONGRESS!
A Congress of Baboons!
(You just can not make this stuff up.)
One of my favorite quotes by Mark Twain is as follows:
“Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear.”
Another one is, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Make it a good one.”
Time to go. Good night sweet ladies of the Adairville Living Word Church, Adairville Church of Christ, Adairville Baptist Church, Adairville United Methodist Church, Calvary General Baptist, Adairville United Methodist, Mt Herman Baptist, Selectman Chapel AME, Forest Grove Baptist, Marriah Grove Baptist, New Hope Baptist, Oak Grove Baptist, “Sweet Bertie Angel” and Mrs. Callabash where ever you are!